The boxes of fan mail and T-shirts and photos and shoes are stacked next to his locker as high as Mo Rivera is tall. Next to him, very quietly, Ichiro gives an interview. Alfonso Soriano sits just behind them both, pulling on his cleats. This is last week, before the whole thing blew up.
Jeter, slender in pinstripes, always taller than you remember. Sabathia slumped in a chair. Teixeira, expressionless. The Yankees' clubhouse is crowded with the New York writers and the writers ...
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